Hua Muhanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and she raised her hand to hook her chin, making her have to look at herself, "Fang Cai, I obviously saw that you were taking the pulse of your disciple, why can't you do it now?" ”

"I'm not here, you seem to be very close to those male disciples, and everyone is going to fight for you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBaili Changting, tell me honestly, what are you thinking in your heart? ”

Chang Ting's breathing almost stopped under his forced gaze, and the back of his head had already hit the hard wall.

Hua Muhan pressed tightly until he pressed his forehead against hers and then stopped.

"I ...... I didn't think about anything......" Chang Ting said incoherently, "I just want to enhance my actual combat ability, you can also see, what did I say in the end...... How tough is it ......"

"I want to hear you say in person, do you miss me?" Hua Muhan's hand in the quilt held her hand.

Feeling the wooden ring, Chang Ting's heart rippled, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you still wearing it......"

"I'm going to wear it until I die." Hua Muhan's eyes burned.

Chang Ting raised his lowered eyes and met his eyes.

The hot lips, the moment they touched each other, violently hooked the long-suppressed volcano in each other's hearts.

Chang Ting fell into the whirlpool of longing and love in a daze, and his arms wrapped around his back.

The powerful palm rested on the back of her heart, as if to embed her deep in her body.

Hua Muhan's body lifted up, pressed her under him, fixed her head on the pillow with both hands, and her lips plundered the honey between her lips and teeth.

Changting's gaze became more and more confused, and an inexplicable desire grew in her body, making her body more and more weak and soft.

Uncontrollably, the low moan broke through his throat.

The burning desire in Hua Muhan's body became more and more intense, his lips moved down, and he frantically sucked on the snow-white neck.

"Hua Muhan......" Chang Ting's fingers almost penetrated the thin silk robe, pinching into his flesh, and his mouth whispered indiscriminately.

"Hmm......" Hua Muhan's body was swollen, and she took her slightly swollen tender lower lip between her lips.

Chang Ting opened his eyes shyly and looked at the scorching phoenix eyes.

Hua Muhan kissed her, stared at her, and tore off the long strip of cloth that tied her hair.

"Hua Muhan......" Chang Ting's eyes flashed with panic and helplessness.

"My hair is a little messy, I'll help you recomb it later." Hua Muhan stopped kissing and solemnly whispered to her affectionately, "I will help you comb for the rest of your life, and I will only comb for you in this life." ”

Changting's eyes gathered a layer of crystal tears, his lips trembled, and he pecked his chin that was already full of stubble, "But, I'm afraid I'll ......"

As soon as the quilt was raised, Hua Muhan picked her up, let her back lean against the wall, and sat on his waist with her legs.

Changting was overwhelmed with shame, she already felt the firmness.

Hua Muhan's close-fitting silk clothes were already loose, and when he turned together, he retreated most of them, revealing a solid upper body.

Changting lowered her head in a panic, her long hair slipping down, covering her shy crimson face.

Hua Muhan raised her hand, gently brushed her hair away, and said softly to the shy face: "Don't be afraid, there's no need to be afraid, in this life, I will only love you alone, and you can only love me alone." ”

"I'm ......" Chang Ting frowned and looked up, not knowing how to explain to him.

Her gaze fell on his bare chest, and her breathing was scrambled.

Hua Muhan bowed slightly, and the gentle kiss fell on her snow neck.

Chang Ting let out a low snort, closed his eyes tightly, and raised his head.

Her hand uncontrollably rested on the slippery shoulder, and a stream of heat ran down the tips of her fingers and spread all over her body, making her mouth dry.

Hua Muhan wrapped one hand around her waist and one hand stroked her shoulder.

In the confusion, one of her shoulders was exposed, and the thin pale pink bandeau provoked Hua Muhan's tense nerves.

He kissed Chang Ting's lips and swallowed all of Chang Ting's intermittent low mutters into his mouth.

The calloused hand from sword practice, gently rubbing against the snow-white shoulder, Chang Ting's body was getting closer and closer, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Chang Ting's body trembled, his legs clamped tightly around his waist, and he opened his misty eyes.

Hua Muhan's veins swelled, and his hands became more and more forceful.

Chang Ting's body was soft, and he hung weakly on his body with only his arms, shaking his head and whispering indiscriminately, "No...... Hua Muhan...... Don't ...... like that."

Hua Muhan's eyes were already full of desire, and as soon as his hand was released, he slipped into the cloth.

Chang Ting maintained the last of his senses, let go of the arm holding him, and pushed him hard into his chest.

Hua Muhan's body leaned back and almost fell under the bed.

He suddenly came to his senses, looked at the person wrapped in the quilt and curled up on the bed, hurriedly went over and hugged her tightly, and blamed himself repeatedly, "Changting, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!" Don't be afraid, I'm forgetful, I'm sorry! ”

Changting shrunk in the quilt, and his heart was full of self-blame and shame.

It was because she didn't stop it in time that she would ......

Lost to death!

She hurriedly covered the placket of her clothes, tugging at her hair, eager to disappear into thin air.

Hua Muhan tried to pull the corners of the quilt nervously, "Are you angry?" ”

Chang Ting loosened the quilt, turned sideways to face the wall, and covered his face tightly with his hands.

Hua Muhan leaned over and reached out to break her fingers, "Don't be like this, go back and hit me twice, okay?" ”

"Sleep, and I'll wake you up in the evening." A muffled voice came from under Chang Ting's men, and she leaned back against the wall.

Hua Muhan's hanging heart fell to the ground, hooked his lips and smiled, leaned over to her side again, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes, "Then I'll sleep first." ”

His body was close to Chang Ting's back, and Chang Ting didn't dare to move nervously, and he only maintained that posture all the time.

Fang Cai's intimacy made her unable to face it.

She had to admit that she was deeply in love with him and longed for the deepest intimacy with him.

Recalling the love words he said, she couldn't help but warm her heartbeat, and her clenched palms were full of sweat.

Does he really miss himself that much? To come back and look at yourself in such a hurry.

He said that he would only love himself, but he was already married......

(To be continued.) )